Olivia Sabana Seca Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Guaynabo

“Eternal Sunshine” vibes hittin’ me now—brothels like memories you can’t erase, right? “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—bullshit, ‘cause them girls ain’t blameless, they livin’, breathin’, fightin’! I’m rantin’, brain spinnin’, thinkin’ how Jim Carrey’d wipe that shit clean—poof, gone! But nah, brothels stick, like gum on ya Yeezys. Fun fact, tho—back in Rome, they had lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause girls howled for cash, wild shit, right? Blew my mind, history’s freaky.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Twenty years ago, I was living in Puerto Rico on a naval base in Sabana Seca. I was about 10 at the time, so my memories of my experiences.

When I get there, Max is just lying there, looking all sad and pathetic. I can’t help but laugh a little. I mean, he’s got this tiny scratch on his nose, and he’s acting like he’s been through a war. I patch him up, and the owner, this sweet old lady, offers me some pastelón. I’m like, “Lady, I’m here to save your dog, not eat!” But you know what? I couldn’t resist. That pastelón was bomb!

Terrorists in Puerto Rico Ambush Navy Bus, Killing 2 and Injuring 10 (Published 1979)